No one can stop it all from crashin' down to shit
Push to feel something more than just the sound of it
Time, time is the magic truth of storing
Sometimes, magic is so very, very boring
It's a healthy kind of sick
A slow sort of quick
I'm very sad I don't feel bad at all
It's a different sort of same
A crazy kind of same
A feeling without a name that they call love
Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true
Watch the dreamed eye every day, I don't know what to do
I know it's only fear that makes me wonder
But I wonder why I'm so afraid, I wonder why I'm so afraid
